When the flames of passion gradually subsided, Asahiko sat up and wiped the sweat from her chest from her handkerchief. Erya was already asleep, curled up, as quiet as a hibernating snake. It's hard to imagine such a seren, weak body containing such a crazy power, like a wildfire, raging. Each time it can make two people melt away, forgetting everything outside of their bodies, only burning, burning to their heart's content.

During the day, he used to use four words to describe this kind of deviant behavior. It is only after you have actually experienced it that you will find that the taste of deviance is sometimes sweet. Through the daylight shining through the window, Asahiko watched the sleepers around her with some intoxication. The flush on Erya's face hadn't completely faded, and the crazy marks that someone had just left with her lips stretched from her cheeks and neck to the edge of her collarbone. She had a pair of perfect collarbones, and her upper and lower arms were as perfect as angular arches. Below the arc of the clavicle are a pair of mound of flesh that is just beginning to grow larger, rising and falling with breathing. From the side, it looks like an apple in the current season, with a rich fragrance in the green.

"I'm really crazy!" Xuzi smiled bitterly and pulled up the quilt to cover the seductive carcass in front of her. Then quickly grab the clothes scattered at the foot of the bed. He'd worn it once in the morning, and now it's the second time of the day. There are still tears on the left side of the chest, which are wet, and they are soft to the touch. He remembered that he was originally discussing with the other party how to ask for armor from the old general who came to protect his children, but he didn't expect that he had just made a start, and he digressed from the topic. The two men had a dispute over His Majesty the Emperor, who was thousands of miles away, and the differences could not be reconciled. Then, then, all contradictions give way to instinct.

But love and passion do not merge differences, they only cover them up temporarily. Xu Zi knew that the next time Yang Guang was mentioned, Er Ya would still hold up needles all over his body like a hedgehog. And when she mercilessly slandered His Majesty and countless brothers who died on the way to the East, she would still be furious.

For Li Xu, the Battle of Liaodong not only represented fire and death. That was his past, and perhaps the decision-makers had made a big mistake in this matter, but those who implemented the decisions paid with blood and lives. That's what he did with all his heart, and when he did it, he rarely thought of living to earn fame. Although it was reluctant at first, after being really involved, that war represented the Tianwei of the Great Sui and the dignity of the people of the Central Plains in his mind. And in her mind, the battle was only the origin of the disaster, and it had nothing to do with dignity and honor.

He sighed softly and rolled over and got out of bed. At the moment of standing up, he vaguely felt that Erya was awakened and was contemplating to himself, and when he turned around, he found that the other party was still asleep. The smile on his face was like that of a child who had just eaten a bunch of apples, but his eyebrows seemed to be frowning, as if to blame him for not knowing pity at all.

"I don't need you to understand, but at least it won't hurt you again!" Xuzi shook her head and withdrew her loving gaze from Erya's face. The topic of Liaodong was not fatal, and what hurt him the most just now was the sentence, "Why did your master and friends also rebel?" Regarding this question, Xu Zi himself couldn't explain it clearly, but he didn't think that the choice of Uncle Nine and Xu Dayan was necessarily right. Deep down, he agrees with Zhang Xutuo more, although he himself has not experienced the last change of dynasty like Zhang Xutuo.

Xuzi remembered that Zhang Xutuo had said last night through wine that when he was young, he also thought that changing the court could solve all problems. The Great Zhou was replaced by the Great Sui, and he used to be elated. As a result, with the exception of a few rebellions and a few deaths, after a brief period of exuberance, everything quickly returned to its original state.

Creation is still for the family, and unless the children of ordinary families have rare adventures, they will never have a chance to get ahead. The people at the bottom still work for three meals to the end of their lives, and occasionally natural disasters will cause a large number of people to starve to death. Officialdom is still so dark, and those who tell the truth usually don't end well. If you want to do something down-to-earth, the first thing you need to learn is not how to do things, but how to go along with the crowd.

Therefore, Zhang Xutuo chose to guard, unprincipled guarding. Xuzi, who completely sobered up from the wine, could even vaguely feel that the old general Zhang Xutuo was not guarding the Great Sui. Because when talking about His Majesty and the imperial court, the old general's tone is not much more respectful than that of Xuzi. The old general guards the peace in front of him, and is the order that allows most people to continue to live within the scope of his ability. Not for the sake of the marquis, not for wealth and honor, just for the responsibility on the shoulders of a warrior.

'The duty of a warrior is to protect, not destroy. Zhang Xutuo once said this, and this sentence and his sentence yesterday 'disappointed to disappointed, protection is still the same', and at the same time engraved in Xuzi's memory. "Can I do it?" Xu Zi poked out his scarred arm from under the cloth robe, which was solid enough, but he was not sure that he could take on too many responsibilities like Zhang Xutuo.

He was not yet twenty years old, and Zhang Xutuo had already reached half a hundred years old. Twenty-year-olds always have more sunshine and hope in their eyes than in the eyes of fifty-year-olds, and their mentality cannot be as calm as each other.

Asahiko withdrew her arm, put on her robe, and tied all the shackles. The memo recorded last night was placed on the corner of the table, and the words were neatly written, but the words were not his own, and Xuzi could tell the difference. He has worked the handwriting, although the handwriting is difficult to follow the contemporary masters, but it is strong and powerful. The handwriting in front of him was soft, without any force.

It turned out that she could also write, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at the sleeping Erya again. From this point of view, the little girl's eyelashes are very long, her face is round, and the bridge of her nose is very straight. The body hidden under the quilt winds and undulates, as if there are many secrets hidden in addition to temptation.

Xu Zi remembered that before the quarrel, Erya's last question was, "Who has the more ability, Yuwenshu or General Laihu'er?" Are you at peace with one another? "It's a question worth recalling. Lai Hu'er has always been dissatisfied with Yuwenshu's power, and he seems to be the only general in the army who has the strength and talent to compete with Yuwenshu. Following this line of thought, Xuzi found that she was actually very close to Laihu'er. Yu Wenshi once said that when there is a common interest, anyone can become a friend.

Are common political enemies a common interest? Xuzi looked at Erya again with a praising eye, and he found a shortcut to the relationship with Laihu'er, which Erya inadvertently reminded. The little girl has not seen much of the world, but she is scheming.

Drinker's note: Ask for tickets, there will be a change in the evening. Fainted and vomited blood.

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